Knight and Wand

Chapter 215 New Generation

"No"

Ivan retracted his sword, shook his head at the knight who ended this shameful conspiracy, and walked away.

The soldiers who had just received orders from the baron made way for the lord's son.

He came to the body of his biological father. Although he had no affection for his father, he sighed instinctively: "My father, Baron Shatai, died in the battle of the ghouls attacking the city a few days ago, while protecting the territory."

As he spoke, Ivan turned around and looked back at the confused soldiers and guards in the hall, and continued: "Now I am taking over my father's duties and ordering you to unite. In the face of danger, no one in Shatai City is allowed to kill each other again."

The soldiers looked at each other, then half-knelt down one by one and bowed their heads in surrender.

The unexpected unrest subsided for the time being.

In the meeting hall of the Tower Castle, Ivan expressed his gratitude to the knight in front of him: "You are the hero who saved the city of Shatai. I cannot let you bear the trouble for my father's despicable behavior."

Leon nodded, although he had no concerns about killing that guy. After all, whether it was Serrian, where the original owner came from, or Orland, to which he belonged, they were already in a hostile state with Kantadar, but it would be better to have less trouble.

"I came back this time to warn you. The undead a few days ago were just the prelude to a greater disaster. The land in the east has turned into a ghost zone shrouded in eternal night." He carefully told Ivan about the dangers that this place would face.

When Ivan heard that there might be not only tens of thousands but hundreds of thousands of zombies threatening the area in the future, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter. Having experienced this disaster personally, he dared not disbelieve the terrible words from the other party.

".I suggest you burn those corpses and bodies of the victims immediately. When the dark clouds come again, those bodies will be the best hosts for wandering ghosts and resentful spirits."

Leon felt somewhat fortunate when he said this, at least the kingdoms that believed in the Holy Sun all advocated cremation, and most of the deceased had been burned to ashes over the past thousands of years, leaving no room for the bodies of wandering souls in the cemeteries.

If this disaster is now spreading eastward, then the Kingdom of Serrian does not have to worry about the dead of the past rising up and joining the tide of the dead.

However, in traditional Feru kingdoms like Kantadar and Orland, there are many dead buried on the land.

".Send some warriors to the east to monitor the spread of the dark clouds. The ghost area will be expanded by a kind of undead carriage equipped with a witchcraft bell. Every time the corpse ghosts capture a stronghold, they may use the souls of the dead to build a more solid and dangerous bell altar, turning the occupied area into a permanent underworld."

Leon did not keep any information to himself. He hoped that Ivan would spread the news to the lords of the surrounding areas and even the entire Southern Kingdom as soon as possible.

Even if Kantadar's eastern forces can only delay the expansion of the dark clouds, Orland will have more time to prepare.

"Is there no way to destroy that evil creation that desecrates the dead?" Ivan clenched his fists, horrified.

Leon said helplessly: "The large soul bell altars erected in the town are extremely dangerous. Even if mortals get close, their souls will be extracted. At present, only powerful spellcasters who know how to protect their own souls can resist them. I mean wizards. Apart from them, no way has been found for ordinary people to resist its influence.

However, the mobile bell on their corpse cart needs to be rung by a wizard using magic. If a high enough price is paid to defeat the army of corpses, the underworld can be prevented from spreading to the outside world."

At the end, Leon shook his head: "Shatai City alone cannot fight against the zombie tide. I advise you to contact as many allies as possible and find a way out for the people as soon as possible.

In the last resort, abandoning the city and territory, even if it means forcing the people to seek refuge and rely on other lords, is better than having all the soldiers and civilians die in the disaster and become part of the zombie army. "

After warning of the danger, Leon stood up and said goodbye. He also had to go back as soon as possible to inform Count Elliver and the top leaders of Orland.

Ivan did not try to persuade them to stay. This Orland Griffin Knight who was passing by here had already done his best for the city of Shatai.

However, after sending the other party all the way out of the tower fortress gate, he still couldn't help but ask.

"Sir, may I have the honor of knowing your name and origin? All the property in the mansion is gone, and has been transported to the western territory. If I could know where you live, I would like to send you a large reward one day."

Leon thought about it, and considering that establishing contact with the frontline city of Shatai would help him understand the situation, he did not hide his identity. Anyway, there were not many Griffin Knights in Orland, and he was the only one so young.

"My name is 'Leon Pendragon', Baron of Avalon Castle in the Penrose Forest.

It doesn't matter whether you are rewarded or not, but remember, if the situation here changes in the future, you must send a messenger to Avalon Castle to inform me of the situation."

"I've made note of that, Lord Leon." Upon hearing that the other party was Baron Orlando, who owned a territory, Ivan quickly saluted with his hand on his chest.

He was just a knight. After all, there was a difference in status between him and the powerful baron, even if the other party was a noble from another country.

Although he is actually in charge of the city of Shatai under the current crisis, the title of Baron Shatai will not necessarily be inherited by him.

The eldest brother who led the family army has not returned from the kingdom's army, and Ivan has not yet figured out how to deal with that eldest brother.
In a residential building in the refugee gathering area in the north of Shatai City.

Brandon, whose skin injuries had been bandaged, was lying on the bed to rest.

On a chair nearby, the beautiful and powerful Lady Valkyrie sat in the room, making the frightened young man feel at ease as he closed his eyes.

Footsteps were heard outside the house and the door opened.

Olivia, who was dozing off, opened her eyes and looked at Leon and Uncle Ron who came in.

"Are we going back?" The girl stood up, holding the sword.

"It's time to go." Leon came to the bedside and said to the boy who sat up and rubbed his eyes: "Brandon, do you want to go with us? To the Kingdom of Orland to learn magic?"

".Orland? Magic?. Me??"

The boy opened his eyes wide, bewildered.

But Ron, who was standing by, had already learned about Brandon's situation from Leon.

"Go, little gold coin, you are lucky, this lord is a baron of Orland. Go with him to the Northern Kingdom, and you will never have to go hungry again."

When Ron learned that this Orland noble who could summon thunder and ride a griffin wanted to take Brandon away, he agreed with great joy without hesitation.

If it were someone else, he would be afraid of being deceived, fearing that the boy would be captured by the evil wizard in the rumors, and be forced to drink drugs and experiment on him, making him suffer a fate worse than death.

But Ron felt particularly relieved seeing this upright knight who had saved them twice.

Even though he was reluctant to part with the young man whom he had adopted, it was better to live in the north with the griffin knight than to let Brandon stay in the increasingly dangerous East.

Especially after the danger that happened not long ago.

"Can Uncle Ron come with us?" Brandon asked hesitantly.

"Silly boy, if I go with you, what about the others?" Ron smiled helplessly. He now had a heavy burden on his shoulders. Not only Brandon, but also the responsibility of hundreds of companions who had risked their lives.

Moreover, he now has a knight who sincerely wants to be loyal to and serve him, and he does not want to abandon him to face danger alone at this time.

"Then can I not leave?" Brandon looked at Ron, whom he had relied on like a father during this period, and said with a bitter face: "I'm afraid that if I leave, I will never see you again in this life."

He didn't know how far the Northern Kingdom was, but it sounded like a thousand miles away. After losing his parents, the boy really didn't want to leave Uncle Ron, who was like a family member to him.

Leon admired this sentimental young man, so he changed the question: "Don't you want to learn magic and really help Uncle Ron in the future?"

Hearing this, Ron quickly responded and glared at the boy, "Master Leon is right. You are so hypocritical with such a good opportunity. You follow me like a burden. What else can you do except drag me down?

Go and learn magic from this master, and become a wizard who can call the wind and rain in the future, wouldn't that be a better way to repay me? Don't delay the two masters' schedule with nonsense!"

After hearing this, little Brandon had no choice but to shut his mouth in dissatisfaction and stopped being willful, but he still looked depressed.

Uncle Ron found a thick coat, wrapped him tightly without saying anything, half-forced him out of the door, and pushed him next to Leon.

"Don't look so sad. It's not a life-and-death separation. I'll write to you later." Ron scolded him with a smile.

But when Brandon heard this, he pouted and couldn't help complaining in his heart that he couldn't read.

Leon pushed the boy to the front seat, and he and Olivia also climbed onto the griffin saddle. Since there was no windproof mask prepared, he was afraid that the child could not withstand the cold wind above, so he let him sit backwards facing him and fastened the saddle straps and the belt of the thick coat.

Leon reminded them to sit tight, and the griffin flapped its wings and flew high.

"God bless you and may you have a safe journey, Lord Leon, Miss Olivia."

Ron and a group of refugees bowed their heads and watched the huge griffin take off into the sky.

"Uncle! I will come back to find you when I learn magic!" Brandon couldn't help but turned his head and shouted at them.

As the turbulence in the air gradually stabilized, Brandon held tightly to the belt of the lord in front of him, and looked at the city of Shatai below which was getting smaller and smaller with fear in his heart and weak legs.

This was the first time in his life that he looked down at the world from such a terrifying height. The wonderful and shocking feeling diluted some of his worries about parting.

As the distance grew further and further, and Ron's town finally disappeared from sight, Brandon accepted his situation in a daze.

Leon didn't let the Death Claw fly too high, otherwise the skinny boy, even if wrapped in thick clothes, would not be able to withstand the low temperature at high altitude like himself and Olivia.

Fly west on a griffin.

They found a safe place in the wild before dark and returned to the ground to make a fire and camp.

Letting the Death Claws go around to try hunting, Leon and the other two took out the food and ate on the spot.

He looked at Brandon, who was still a little reserved, in front of the campfire, and started chatting with the boy he had abducted back on this trip.

"You don't have to be so nervous when you're with me. Half a year ago, I was in the same situation as you. And don't look at my head now. I'm probably not much older than you."

Not counting past lives.

Brandon chewed his food and looked up in surprise, staring at the tall and strong Baron, finding it hard to believe what he said.

That handsome face was indeed very youthful, but the difference in body size between him and him was too huge.

"I am also just seventeen this month." Olivia said to the boy, but unfortunately her Uriah language was not that fluent.

Leon laughed and said to the girl in Feru: "You are not talking about the same thing as me. With your looks and height, people would believe you are fourteen."

Olivia turned her head when she heard that and argued dissatisfiedly: "How can it be that small? There are several aunts in Selva who are not as tall as me."

Leon shrugged happily. With such a young girl's innocent face, if she didn't show the murderous aura she had on the battlefield, few people would believe she was seventeen.

"What about you? How old are you this year?" Leon continued to ask the boy in Uriah.

Brandon lowered his head in embarrassment: "I'm sorry, sir. I don't know either. I never remembered it."

Don't you know?

Leon was surprised, but then he realized, yes, if you were born in a low-income farming family, your parents might have to count by counting on their fingers.

He did not continue to ask, anyway, judging from the child's appearance, he was probably about thirteen or fourteen years old.

"How do you know Ron?" Leon turned curious about the other party's experience of getting to know the officer who still had a conscience and escaped from Rolandar.

War was accompanied by famine and successive disasters. It was not easy for a child from a low-income farmer to survive.

Looking at Baron Avalon, who was completely different from the ferocious Baron Shatai and had an exceptionally generous and kind temperament, the young man could not help but be moved by the other's approachable manner and slowly began to tell his story.

". A long time ago, I can't remember how long, the village was looted and I almost starved to death, but I met a beautiful lady who gave me a dagger and a gold coin and told me the direction of Shatai City. As a result, outside Shatai City, I encountered many robbers on horseback. It was at that time that I met Uncle Ron who was locked in a cage."

Listening to Brandon's extremely thrilling experience of how he and Ron saved each other by accident with a gold coin and a dagger, Leon was amazed. The child's experience was no less dangerous than his own escape journey.

I listened to Brandon's talk by the campfire until the boy fell asleep in exhaustion.

Nothing happened that night, but after chatting, the boy seemed to be in a better mood the next day, at least not as gloomy as yesterday.

After packing up his travel gear, Leon continued on his journey on the Deathclaw, but when he entered the increasingly familiar territory, he did not rush back to Avalon. Instead, he followed the map and flew towards the city of Archers.

Nearing the afternoon, they finally arrived at the outskirts of Feng Jun’s new city.

Leon ordered the griffin to land outside the main city gate, jumped off the saddle, and turned around to ask Olivia to take Brandon back to Avalon first.

After the Deathclaw left, he entered the city of Archers and borrowed a warhorse directly from the Thornflower Knight guarding the city gate.

On both sides of the avenue, new and old citizens were bustling about, and the commercial and tourist streets were very prosperous, but Leon had no intention of observing this scene.

The restoration of peace and prosperity in the city made Leon even more anxious about the monstrous crisis he had witnessed in the east.

When he arrived at the lord's castle, he didn't even need to announce his identity, because most of the guards and servants in the castle remembered this griffin knight from the Thornflower family.

Even those who don't remember can recognize the gorgeous sword on the other person's waist, which once belonged to the head of the Thorn Flower family and is exactly the same as the family heirloom sword.

The only knight with this honor in the county is the highly trusted Baron Avalon.

We walked smoothly through the courtyard and arrived at the castle hall.

The guarding family knights raised their spears, saluted the baron, and opened the door of the hall for Leon.

Quickly walk into the hall which is as magnificent as a palace.

Leon saw that in the huge hall, there were only two people talking at the moment.

In addition to Count Elliver himself sitting on the throne, standing beside him was his eldest son, Fyodor, the Young Master of the Thorn Flower, who had been conferred a subordinate secondary title.

When Elifer saw the man in silver armor and black robe whom he had not seen for many days from afar, he couldn't help but smile.

Especially when he thought about the income brought by the iron mine in Avalon, the corners of his mouth couldn't help but rise.

"Ha~ Look who's here! My griffin has been away for almost two months and finally came to see me." Earl of Thornflower stood up from his seat and raised his arm jokingly towards his favorite general.

Seeing the enthusiasm of the feudal lord, Leon, who was walking hurriedly, felt warm in his heart, and relaxed a little in the urgency of the situation, but he immediately said seriously: "Lord Elifu, I came here this time..."

"Sir Pendragon, please do not behave disrespectfully in front of the lord," Feodor interrupted.

Elifer frowned and glanced sideways at his eldest son.

Leon was embarrassed for a moment and realized that he was indeed too anxious.

"Excuse me, sir." He touched his chest and bowed his head, bowing towards the throne.

Count Thornflower didn't say much, he just walked down the stairs and reached out to help the other person up.

"It's okay. I know you must have something important to report to me."

As he said this, Elifer waved his hand to his eldest son: "Feodor, go and do your own thing."

"Yes, father." The young master of Thorn Flower touched his chest and lowered his head, then turned and left.

Elifer smiled and pulled Leon up, and walked towards the corridor without saying anything: "Let's go to the conference room to talk."

(End of this chapter)